Jia Huai

After leaving the wine shop, Jia Huai headed straight for the alley opposite, intending to enter it and return to his residence.

Just as he entered the alley, still more than thirty meters from his gate, he heard someone call his name from behind. "Jia Huai?"

He turned around and saw someone standing behind him, smiling at him. Puzzled, he asked, "You are?"

That person was, of course, Liu Xiaolou. He confirmed it once more. "Your Excellency is Jia Huai?"

Calling him by name so directly was truly rude. Suppressing his displeasure, Jia Huai frowned. "I am Jia Huai. You are—"

Before he could finish, he suddenly felt an inexplicable surge of magic power invade him. In an instant, it enveloped every one of his Meridians and sealed them tight. His entire body stiffened, and he toppled forward like a clay statue.

For Liu Xiaolou, capturing a late Qi Refining cultivator was now laughably easy.

With one reach of his hand, he drew Jia Huai into his grasp, clutched his neck with one hand, and vaulted over the wall on the other side of the alley.

This was likewise the home of a wealthy family, though not a cultivation clan like the Jia clan. The courtyard was not particularly large, only three sections deep. When Liu Xiaolou jumped in, a child was playing with mud in the yard and looked up in confusion. Liu Xiaolou smiled, raised a finger to his lips, and gave a soft "Shh." After the child nodded blankly, he vaulted over the wall again. Crossing several courtyard walls in succession, he finally entered an unoccupied courtyard. Weeds ran rampant, spiderwebs draped the beams; one look showed it had fallen into ruin and been abandoned for a long time.

It was precisely the suitable courtyard Liu Xiaolou